Monochrome

It's the Grey boy dripping up heavy wit the, wait -- wrong song I been too gone Stuffing the ketamine into my schnoz Turned to a pawn Need no applause Feel like a servant yet Grey be the God Watching 'em fall Enemies gone Bleeding out, they ain't gon' get menopause I don't give fuck, I ain't living yet Everyday thinking bout ending it It's all because of the internet Everyday crawl to the finish, yeah I be escaping to drugs in the basement I be that cicada, my shell been too vacant Ain't take no vacation, the money been waiting So I'm finna take it or end up instated My mental can't take it Yo forehead glint with the sole imprint of my air max 95 I got a baseball bat with nails in it Make yo head ring like some chimes Blck and grey make you attract them flies Back to backfloat in that brine Anode cathode contact current burrow path holes in yo spine That's battery That's assault Actin on that alcohol Dancing on the tightrope motherfuckers losin' balance on Sting like angry bees, I'm floating, swinging like a ballisong Tossed into the sea, can't keep it level like the ballast gone I'm up like a metal gear Duckin', we diggin' thru bullethell You drop the ball if you set on fear Your body gon' follow right down the well Water topped with gorgons Gorgeous yet abyssal I don't count no to sheep to sleep I count the horsemen in the window I'm encasing Psilocybin to the brain and then I fuckin' slang it Bag it up and serve it to these kids, they think I ain't shit Wait until Saliva cut off all ya circulation, what you saying? You think that Flippin-flipping pack my occupation? Grey the mental patient, tripping on these fucking laces so elated Never let you know I'm fucking anxious And flaking On every single one of all my fucking obligations Ain't gon' make it out, ahh You can't read the price until you already made the purchase More standoffish than an urchin My office beneath the surface Move cautiously like a surgeon Been workin' for this a decade Nobody fuckin' it up for me Dustin 'em like a beignet Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego Burnin' inside a furnace And howling like packs of wendigos Check your coat, 'cus it's turning We been defining the line, motherfuckers keep tryna blur it Oh, cry me a fucking river You turning the color turnip, I'm turning to monochrome